This week was going by so fast, and then the day before I go on vacation it's going by so very slow!
Seriously? There is absolutely no reason for me to even be at work today! We have less than 40 arrivals, and less than 30 departures. Why am I here?
I have no clue.
But I'm gettin' real tired of this shit. I was taken off Night Audit so there would be someone who knows the system on Evening shift, and told that I am a supervisor, but when I let someone know that they just need to hang on to something until the next shift gets here, suddenly I'm accused of being bossy!
Which is so frustrating! She jumped down my throat first, like WTH bitch?!?!?!? F You! And she had the gall to be all grumpy about it to the manager of the desk, and then post shit about it on FaceBook. Not even talking about it to my face! Really? Before I even asked her anything I had set it by her, and her instant response was "I'm not staying while she counts the banks"
Like WTF bitch. I know ok. We've already had this convo. I know & Understand that you aren't staying for that, I just need you to hang on to it until the Auditor gets here. She was the one who was all bossy and bitchy! I never took even the slightest tone with her besides non-confrontational. It's not my fault that one of the morning shift became sick, called me, and I had to come in because no one else was answering their damn phones.
And you think you'll do better in sales?
You do realize that the Desk sends a lot of calls to sales, and you for sure as hell are not going to be someone I pick to send the calls to, ever. Even if you are the only one still here, that shit ain't happening.
Anyway. Away from the ranting about incompetent Desk Clerks.
I'm going to Oregon tomorrow to see my BFFSFAM and my little Beastie. :) I'm very excited. It'll be the first time I get on a plane, and when I finally land in Oregon, it will be the first time I've seen the little Beastie that is my God Daughter. I'm very thrilled. I still need to pack and pay my rent for the month though. Almost everything else is done. I do still have some cleaning to do, and I don't get off work until 7pm, although I am going to see if I can skedaddle earlier, so I can also get enough sleep to be safe driving around at 4 am in the morning.
To my BFFSFAM, I will see you at 3 pm tomorrow afternoon. :D
To my Mom & Sister-In-Love: Thanks for driving me to Dallas & for picking me up too. :-)
To Mom: Thanks for taking care of my dog & cat while I'm away. :-)
To Dad: Thanks for watching my dog & taking a look at my truck while I'm gone.
And to all my readers (not that I have a whole lot of you) I hope you all had a great Thanksgiving, and the next update shall be from the plane!
Sometimes, it feels as if life is flashing by. I saw a picture on Facebook around last week or so, and it said something about how time seems to go by faster as we get older, because it's less of our life. a year to a one year old is their entire life, but to a 40 year old it's only 1/40th of their life.
That made so much sense to me that it was one of those "Mind blown" moments. It was crazy.
Then this week with the attacks in Paris, Beirut, and Baghdad, not to mention the natural disasters Japan and Mexico have suffered it seems like the whole world has gone crazy.
That also doesn't really seem so unusual in these times though. In fact, for my entire life the U.S.A. has been involved in some sort of conflict.
From 1994 we've had issues with Iraq. It was a no-fly zone from '91-'03.
We also intervened in the Somalia Civil War, Haiti, and the Bosnian War. Most of those were just '94-'95 though.
1996 was Operation Desert Strike against Iraq.
1998 The US and UK launched Operation Desert Fox against, you guessed it, Iraq.
From 2001-2014 We warred with/in Afghanistan.
On September 11, 2001 I was seven years old, and in second grade. I don't think I really knew that something so terrible had happened until after school got out. But that was not a good day in American history, and it pretty much sparked a whole lot of unhappiness. In fact it is my belief that a lot of our issues with immigrants, and travelers can be traced to this day. Before we were perfectly happy to accept and allow anyone to come to the U.S.A., but now well. We are a little more freaked out and careful.
In 2003 Al Queda, in Iraq. I don't really need to say anymore about that, because let's face it, that is one country the US will never fully leave. Even though we have supposedly withdrawn all troops from Iraq (end of 2011, we brought most of the troops home) we still keep sending some back, the only difference is that they aren't staying there. But the creation of Al Queda was what kept us in Iraq for so long.
2004-Present day we've been in Pakistan, as part of the "War on Terror".
2009-Present day we've been fighting Operation Ocean Shield, which is taking place in the Indian Ocean.
2011 saw the US involved in the Libyan Civil War. This was very brief.
And finally since 2014 we've had the War with ISIL, or ISIS, or even DAESH, and they call themselves the Islamic State, however you've seen it, and they are the ones who are responsible for the attack on Paris, and the suicide bombings in both Beirut and Baghdad.
What we as a country must remember is that just because some Muslims are bad, doesn't mean they all are. We must base our views, not on the whole, but on the individual.
As one of my Muslim friends posted " I would just like to remind everyone that ISIS or Daesh as we call them, are not related to anything that has to do with Islam. They are not an Islamic State since they do not follow what Allah or our beloved prophet Mohammed-peace be upon him-taught us."
She included a picture of what Mohammed's commands in Wars was. Which was definitely not how ISIL was/is operating. I think it is safe to say that they aren't Muslim. So we for sure should not paint true Muslims with the same hatred/anger/disgust that we apply to Daesh.
Life, and a downed laptop have seen to that. I'm currently on my old Toshiba, which is way heavier than my Acer, and makes me miss my Acer.
Yes yes mom I know. I need to take it to Best Buy and get it looked at. I will. Especially since I have officially bought my plane tickets.
That's right! This girl is going on her first ever plane ride! I'm very excited, a little nervous, but since I don't have a fear of flying, just of spiders, I'm not super worried about it.
Work has been Crazy. We've hired a lot of new people, and I'm not scared to say that they have been pissing me off. Two/Three I'm cool with now. One of them we have many mutual loves, and the other & I have finally figured out that neither one of us actually is a stick deep in the nether regions, so we're pretty cool, but the third one.....
Graghafedasihieankhivs.
And that's the nicer way to put it. Ugh. Much frustration. She's always late, she takes hour lunches (our lunches are no less than 35 minutes, and supposed to be no more than 45.) Sometimes she doesn't even clock out for lunch! I'm like no, Also she takes/makes personal calls while at the Front Desk. No. Not even. Sure it's OK if the call is like 5-10 minutes, but when you spend 40 minutes talking to your mother-in-law and ignoring the fact that there are guests, and that the phones are actually ringing for our job?
No.
Also, Seriously Don't try to BS me. I don't like it, and it actually tends to piss me off. I know your best friends with Ver, but she doesn't need your constant attention or help. Please stop using her as your excuse to take your time.
Especially on busy days. Don't.
Just Don't.
But I'm going to let it all go, and keep on moving forward, because I only have to make it another 26 days and I'll be off to see my BFFSFAM. & God Daughter. So I can make it.
Also I have Adele's Hello on repeat for a while, because that song is fab. Just plain Fab. If you haven't heard it, go listen to it. It is amazing.
I should probably go home to my apartment, and get ready for bed because I work the 6:30 shift tomorrow morning.
That's right! I am officially of the night shift! It makes me so very happy it's almost ridiculous. As much fun and entertained I was on the Night Shift, I am so ready to have time with my family/friends/attempt a social life which really means I'll have more time to play with my dog, and maybe leave my apartment while there is daylight.
Also with Christmas coming up, I'm having a lot of fun planning/buying gifts for my family. I've bought my dad's one gift. Because it's huge, and was a little expensive, but I think it will be perfect for him. My mom 's got several of hers, and Aubrey has a few. My Brother, and Sister-in-Love are a little more difficult, but I've got ideas for hers and he's already said that he wants tools, so that'll be what he gets. And that will be my immediate family done. So all that will be left will be my Aunt, cousins, and a few others.
Not going into details, because I know that my mom reads my blog, and she sometimes shows my dad it too.
Hi mom!
Also Dad's birthday, which is soon, and I've ordered his present, and I'm hopeful that it will come in time for me to give it to him on his birthday, but we shall see. Amazon says it will arrive the day after his Birthday, but usually they are pretty quick about getting the things I order from their site here quicker than what they say they will be.
I really need to get my Acer fixed. No mom, I don't really want to hear the "I've been telling you this for a while now" Speech.
I know. Sometimes I just don't do things in the order that ya'll think I should.
Anyway. That's all for now. 5am comes early, and I did a turn-around last night.
Does my nametag look like it says "Manager" or "Assistant Manager" or even "Supervisor" on it? No. But do I still come when they call? Yes. Because I am a sucker for punishment evidently.
Ugh. Whatevs. Paycheck should be pretty good.
To all my readers, keep on truckin', even when life gets tough/sucky. Keep moving forward, and you'll see that ray of sunshine soon enough. You may have to look a little less like a kid looks for things to find it, but you will.
So I've spent the majority of the last two days & nights with my mom. Which of course tends towards strange conversations that range from clothes, to movies, to pets, to strange posts & words to people we know. Yeah. We're a little eclectic.
We've watched Cloudy With a Chance of Meatballs 2, Corpse Bride, Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, Nightmare Before Christmas, Sleepy Hollow, the Patriot, S.W.A.T. and now we are watching The Labyrinth with David Bowie. :-) yeah we watch a lot of different movies.
Of course it's now 7 am in the morning and so they, by they I mean both of my parents, are conversing and bickering.
Of course they are bickering over how to store garlic. I don't really know why my dad is arguing when he doesn't even like garlic anyway. But hey. That's my parents for you.
They were just conversing about how my dad had some 2 by 4s to put around the bottom of my patio so that my dog can be out there with me. The space is big enough that she can flatten her hips and just shimmy on out. So she hasn't been allowed to go out there with me which makes her sad. And I'm a little bit of a sucker for real, true sad puppy dog eyes. Enough of one that every time the "arms of an angel" commercial with all the sad dogs of the ASPCA come on I have to switch the channel, otherwise I start crying.
My mom does the same thing. So at least I know where I get it.
Speaking of the Labyrinth my BFFSFAM randomly texted me a while back, and by a while back I mean probably like when she was like 2&1/2 to 3 months with a bun in the oven. So it's been a while. She randomly texted me "you remind me of the babe" and I was just like huh?wth?! She then led me through the whole thing and I ended up watching the movie again for the first time in years.
David Bowie is waaaay hot in this movie.
Patrick Swayze is waaaay hot in the Roadhouse.
I dig the older guys from old movies. Like why do we not have these men for my generation??? Did they run out of all the Uber hot, uber amazing genes when they were creating my generations actors. I'm not going to lie, there are some really great looking ones, but some of the guys the ladies crush on that are from movies these days I'm just like "no."
When my mom and I were about to watch Nightmare Before Christmas, I looked at her and flat out said "I'm going to sing along with all the songs, but I won't quote the lines like I know I can." All she did was give me a dirty look.
I thought it was kind of funny.
I do admit to having a Tim Burton obsession. I think he makes some amazing movies.
Anyway after that we watched Sleepy Hollow with Johnny Depp. That's another man I have an obsession with. He's hot & an amazing actor, so yeah.
Chibi Jack Sparrow is adorable. And I eventually want this as a tattoo. Don't ask me where. I have plenty of ideas of tattoos it's just getting the money together, finding an amazing artist and knowing where I want it that gets me every time. My next tattoo is actually going to be the eyes & mouth of the Cheshire Cat with the Mad Hatter's hat on it.
I also want to get the semicolon tattoo. The little ";" symbol. I love what it stands for. The idea that the author could have ended the sentence, yet chose to continue it. It can be applied to so many different things in life. Like depression, suicide, bipolar, and any other mental illness that could end someone's life.
That's enough sad though.
Also since I was still at my parents when my dad got up I got to eat his cooking. My mom has also cooked food for me this weekend too.
Let me tell you, there's no food like free food that your parents cook you. :-)
So Lil Miss, my two year old niece, sometimes tries to throw tantrums. Now when I was two I threw tantrums. I would physically throw myself on the ground and pitch a fit. My parents would ignore me, and if we were in public would walk off of they would tell me to get up or I'd get a butt busting.
No, my parents did not beat me or abuse me. It's called discipline. I advise all you parents to learn how to do it, or that kid of yours is going to walk all over you like you are a doormat.
Which is why I don't understand why some parents feel the need to be best friends with their kids while their kids are kids. I mean I can understand once the kids are grown, but while they are still kids? No. My mom prolly became my best friend about my senior year. Okay probably more like my Junior year.
Anyway now when my niece tries to throw a tantrum I'm just like "you're about 19 years too late for that." It's always entertaining though.
I have now seen two adorable movies. The Boxtrolls and Cloudy With A Chance of Meatballs 2. Both are absolutely adorable. I totally recommend both of them.
For one I don't know which of them it is, but one of them sits on the stairs and smokes. No. Not Cool. Your cigarette smoke drifts into my apartment. I do not smoke. I think it's nasty. It smells bad, and it causes all sorts of health issues too. I know you sit on the stairs and smoke because I have seen teh butts, and also I walk into my apartment and the smell of cigarette smoke is in my face immediately. If you want to smoke, that's cool. All I ask is that you don't smoke around me, but if you are one of my friends that smokes I don't mind hanging with you while you smoke. I'll make sure to stay upwind though.
Second, the one directly above me? Not a damn clue what in the world they do. I would swear that they are always home, and they move about from living room to their patio, I can hear them open their patio door, constantly during the day. Also there was someone on their patio one day when I drove home on one of my evening shifts to take my dog potty. The guy was old enough to be my grandfather at least, and he asked me where so and so lived and addressed me as Princess.
Um no. I'm a queen & I got my shit handled OK.
Also really creepy.
Really, Really, Really creepy.
Uber creepy. To the nth degree of creepy.
Now, I can take a compliment, and I can also turn all ultra-feminist when someone, anyone is being a douche, but calling me Princess and you being old enough to be my grandpa? Yeah, that just freaks me out more than a little bit.
Anyway, away from the status of my creepy neighbor, I haven't seen that guy again though so that's a plus. I really like my apartment.
Just sometimes, it suddenly hits me when I'm digging through my purse trying to find my apartment keys and deciding whether or not to check my mail first, that, holy crap. This is my apartment. Yeah I know. I've already been in it for four months now, you'd think it would have sunk in by now, but sometimes the level of adult I exist at kind of spazzes me out.
I just suddenly realize that hey, I've been functioning pretty well as an adult on my own. No reliance on parents to pay for 90% of my stuff, and nobody telling my that I need to clean (I do pretty well on my own reminding myself that hey the carpet looks more like dog hair so you should probably vacuum, or that the dishes need to be put up from the dishwasher & it needs to be reloaded, or that I need to do some laundry) anything at all.
It's strange sometimes what you can do when you believe in yourself. Those first two months were a little crazy for me. I kept expecting to wake up and it all have been a dream. Just a fanciful dream, but I wake up in my apartment, and sometimes the relief I feel is a bit outrageous.
There are of course those times where I panic a little and am like "The hell am I supposed to be doing? What is so huge and amazing about being an adult? Like why was this the goal?" That goes along with those times where I didn't follow my planned budget so I'm eating ramen, and trying to stretch what money I have until the next payday.
I willingly admit that at one point I ran out of money shortly after payday because I went a little crazy and forgot about some other things that I still had to pay. I only had to eat ramen for a week though, and I don't actually always eat three meals. Usually at most I eat two, and sometimes just one.
Other times I am really happy because I can look around my apartment, and I'm just like "Look at me. Look at how well I am adulting. This isn't quite so hard as I thought it would be!"
Sometimes I feel a little crazy, and other times I feel extraordinarily sane. It differs with every day.
I must have started half a dozen posts in the last two or so weeks. I just mentally start them, like a story in my head that never sees the light of day. That describes a lot of things I think of though. I'm no longer that little girl with no brain-to-mouth filter. I stop and think on things first. Occasionally if I am really comfortable with who I'm around, I'll turn my filter off, and just let it all spill out like word vomit.
Speaking of thinking on things, there are so many times a day where I wish people would think before they speak or act. People can be so judgmental sometimes.
I know I can be, but I really try very hard to not be. I don't know what makes someone else happy. I don't know what trials someone else is going through, or has already been through. Maybe that grumpy person just found out that their significant other is having an affair with someone, or that someone they love just told them they found out that they have an incurable disease or some form of cancer that they have to go through extensive chemotherapy for.
You never know what someone else is going through, and you can't always walk in their shoes.
There was a man to-yesterday morning, who called my mom & I "fat ass lesbians." We were both dressed to go do some walking, because we do need to insert more exercise in our lives since we both work the night shifts now, although I still maintain the hope that I will be able to switch to the day shift soon-ish. So we were both tired, and we had met at my apartment so that I could change out of my uniform for work into some appropriate clothes. Not that he knew this, but still it was very rude of him. It irritated my mom enough that she posted on Facebook about it.
People today can be so open, and welcoming, and yet they are still outnumbered by those who judge first. One of my favorite verses still to this day that I hold true to my heart is Matthew 7:1-3
"Judge not lest ye be judged. For with what judgment ye judge, ye shall be judged; and with what measure ye mete, it shall be measured to you again. And why beholdest thou the mote that is in thy brother's eye, but considerest not the beam that is in thine own eye?"
That is of course the King James Version. I'm a sucker for old words. Don't ask me why. I just feel that sometimes they sound & flow better than some of today's more modern words. Now I wouldn't consider myself one of those people who just picks and chooses what they agree with from the Bible. I usually just ignore the entire thing, and when someone starts to go off on a tangent about this and this verse, and how it applies to this or that, I usually really want to start with a whole hell of a lot of what comes from, I think it's Leviticus? Whichever book in the Bible is all about what you should and shouldn't do, for example wearing clothes made from more than one material, how to handle a woman's bleeding, etc etc.
People really get my goat sometimes.
On the plus side this week I'm off Friday and Saturday. :-) I've already made some awesome plans, and by that I mean I'll get off work Friday, go home and sleep some, and then head out to my Parental Units place and do some craft stuff with my mom. Saturday I'm babysitting three boys who's ages range from I think it's like 7/8 to 11? They're pretty cool kids though, so I'm actually really excited.
Strange that I'm in my early 20s, but feel more connected to kids than most people in my age group. I think there are about six people who are my age, not related to me, and that I can actually stand to hang around with. Which while at times others will probably think is really sad, I must disagree with them.
After all, there is a difference between being alone, and being lonely. I wouldn't wish being lonely on anyone, but I believe that no one truly is able to be with others, without being able to be alone by themselves first.
It's one of those ways I differ from a lot of other women. I don't really have the urge to be around people constantly, and I love to be by myself. I don't mind doing things by myself. Sure it is a lot more fun to do things with other people, but more than 90% of the time I like to experience things by myself.
That's really one of the reasons I'll miss working the night shift, but I would like to have more of a life, and I am looking forward to seeing the daylight more often, and having a more regular sleep schedule.
Have I shared my love of this season? Everything gets so much more festive, and I love to decorate for it! Now that I'm living on my own I can decorate for the fall, with individual decorations for each holiday. Currently I have little window sticky things on my patio window. One side has a scarecrow, some leaves, a couple of pumpkins, and acorns. The other has blood ones. Makes me smile every time I see it when I drive home and park. I am very excited to get some more of them, and since I live not paycheck to paycheck, but paycheck to four days before paycheck, I'll be looking at my local dollar trees. We now have two. :) Which thrills me because now I won't have to drive so far to get to one.
I also look forward to dressing for Halloween. My costume is the Queen of Hearts, or the Red Queen, and my mom decided that she's going to be the Mad Hatter. I already have the hat for that, because I have more than a small obsession with the Alice in Wonderland movies/stories.
When I was out walking with my mom the yesterday I asked her a question.
Do Turtles hibernate?
According to google they do. They can hibernate for up to 8 months out of the year. I learned that a good rule of thumb is that the further from the equator the species are and occur naturally the more likely it is to hibernate.
They also have periods of estivation which is where they are inactive during hot, dry months.
Crazy what you can learn with a little research. Now I know why Sam like to do it.
That's a Supernatural reference if you didn't quite know who I was talking about.
Have a fabulous day, also I downloaded the app for this! So expect more frequent updates!
I love kids I do, but don't get me started on the whole "Pro-Life/Pro-Choice" argument. I can go on for days. It's one of those things I am very passionate about, and when people don't understand my POV (Point of View) even after I explain it six different ways, I tend to get a little irritated.
Okay I get really irritated, but that is not the whole point of today's blog post!
See, my niece, I'll call her Lil Miss, is two. Little Miracle just turned the big One, and my BFFSFAM just had her little girl, so she is all of 4 days (ish) old. Quite a few of my classmates from High School seem to be having babies/ have had babies, and then one of my co-workers, I'll call her Ver, is due in October. So she's expecting this kiddo in about five weeks.
Now, I see a baby, and hold a baby and instantly it's like:
That is not a joke. But in order to even have my own baby, I would have to first be in a relationship, preferably married, but hey a steady good relationship of at least 2+ years would be good too. The only issue?
Relationships take time, and actually going out and meeting new people.
Time is something I spend at work, or at home being unsocial with anyone outside of my family. So yeah, romantic relationship with a guy? Prolly not going to happen any time soon.
Although I did see a guy I used to work with the other day, and after we were finished talking when I got back in the truck with my mom (we were out looking for some chairs for my table found some awesome sturdy metal ones too) she was like "He was cute." I laughed and said something along the lines of "yeah and he's nice." She was all like he's got a car, and a job you two should go on a date! I laughed more, and then she continued with something along the lines of "and your dad would have a shit fit! It would be great!"
She said that because the cute guy is black. I don't have a problem with other races, heck I don't have a problem with anyone who's a good human being, and she doesn't either. My dad can sometimes be a little funny about it though. He's not racist, but he just has a few outdated ideas on occasion, and mom and I periodically remind him that yes I am an adult, and yes I do know how to survive on my own, and it is my life.
Some of that is probably a little bit of an exaggeration, but other bits hit close to home.
Anyway, with my luck by the time that I do have kids I'll be like this:
Yeah.
Anyway, I'm going to watch the Aristocats since I have two hours before I get off for the next two days. Might as well use the internet, since I still have yet to get that for my apartment.
If y'all haven't realized it yet, I am from Texas. Now I do believe that Texas is a great state, and when I meet new people sometimes I get a lil offended when they ask me where I'm from. Usually that conversation goes something like:
Random Person "Where are you from?"
Me "I was born and raised around here."
RP "Really?! You don't sound like you are from here."
Me "Well honey, that's probably because the Southern Drawl can be made stronger. Would you like me to talk to you like some of the guys and gals I went to school with talk?"
Okay, so I may not really say that last bit out loud to Guests, but I sure do think it often enough. My Twang does make an appearance when I get upset or irritated. Which is probably one of the reasons I don't like to be unhappy.....
Anywho! It's Dove Season. It officially kicked off last Tuesday. My parental units live in a lil town, one of those that you have to zoom in ridiculously far on the map unless you know what you are looking for already, and they live outside city limits. This means that my dad can sit out on a chair in the driveway/front yard and shoot Dove.
This means fresh Dove.
Which is absolutely delicious, and I am a big fan of it, but seeing as the further something is the less chance I have of actually shooting it, I don't shoot my own Dove. Not that I am against hunting for food, but I do have issues with people who hunt just for the trophy and then leave the rest of the animal to rot. No no. Donate that meat to a local organization that will put it to use.
I am also not down with people who hunt rare/almost extinct animals. No. Leave it be.
Dove of course, is not either one of those. And as such, I shall enjoy it. I shall enjoy it very much.
On a different note, I do random stuff when online. Especially when I work on a quiet Sunday night. Tonight I took a version of the Myer Briggs personality.
I am INFJ. Introvert, INtuitive, Feeling, Judging. According to the site I took it on, my personality type is kind of rare with it making up less than 1% of the population. Which is rather interesting. Also, so it the following quote:
"As Diplomats (NF), they have an inborn sense of idealism and morality, but what sets them apart is the accompanying Judging (J) trait – INFJs are not idle dreamers, but people capable of taking concrete steps to realize their goals and make a lasting positive impact." So There. I'm not completely crazy, just a little crazy. -Jacq
Sunday, September 6, 2015
*walks out of a cave, blinking at the bright sunlight*
Okay. So that's a bit of an exaggeration, but it's a bit of a hello since I've been MIA for a while. Like before my vacation a while.
I'd say sorry, but I dislike lying to people. Unless it's a small child and the subject is the Tooth Fairy, Easter Bunny, Santa Claus etc. But that's something most people do.
Speaking of Small Children. There are currently a lot in my family. On both sides, but my favorite side, and don't tell the other one this, is my mom's. For all that her side has a bunch of crazies (so does the other one, though my dad occasionally refuses to admit to such) they are a pretty fun bunch to hang around.
Take for example, Little Man. He was born when I was thirteen. In fact there are exactly thirteen years and some eleven (? Math is hard when you're sleepy) days between the two of us. Yet he continues to think that he will someday be older than me. I keep informing him that he may one day be taller than me (because let's face it, most of the world is,) but that he will never be older than me.
The current youngest on that side, is twenty-one years, and exactly four months younger than me. Let's call her the Little Miracle, yeah? I say this because she was born eight weeks early, and only 3 pounds and 3 ounces. Scary time for my family. She still is a little small, but she sure is long. She gets that from her daddy. That man is TALL. We celebrated her first birthday To-yesterday.
That's a combo of Today and Yesterday if you didn't quite get that.
I took pictures so my Aunt Arla could help her open presents. I also got a picture on my phone of Arla's Hubby, TM (Tall Man), doing something that should probably be captioned "Another example of why women live longer than men."
He decided he should put a step ladder on a table, not a sturdy one either but one of those plastic ones with the metal legs that fold up under the table top, and stand up on it all so that he could reach a balloon that had floated to the ceiling. Yeah. Not his most brilliant of ideas. He didn't hurt himself, but still not his smartest idea.
I've been up since about 2 pm (9/5). It's now 5:00 am of the following day (9/6). I don't know exactly how I am managing to stay awake, but I am. It's a little bit magic, and a little bit exhaustion, and a whole lot of crazy going on. I no longer am as enthusiastic about this up for more than 16 hours in a day thing. I like sleep. In fact I LOVE sleep. Sleep is fantastic and fabulous, and one of those things every girl loves and needs.
You know what is exciting though?
Okay two things really. One is probably more of a reason to be excited in most people's opinions, and I do hold them on different levels of how happy/excited they make me.
1. I have a vacuum cleaner! It's very exciting because my dog sheds a lot, and I also have a cat, so for the past two or so months since I finally got them both in my apartment, I've only remembered to borrow my mom's vacuum cleaner maybe three times, but probably more like twice. So I have big plans to vacuum my whole apartment tomorrow, if I can manage to stay awake for it. I may just vacuum it piece by piece.
2. Prepare for caps lock peeps.
MY GODDAUGHTER CAME INTO THIS WORLD AT 4:32 PM YESTERDAY AND DO YOU UNDERSTAND HOW FREAKIN EXCITED THIS MAKES ME!?!?!?! IF I HAD THE ENERGY TO BE ALL DANCY-DANCE DANCING I TOTALLY WOULD BE RIGHT NOW! AS IT IS I CAN'T STOP SMILING!!!!!!
Her mom, my BFFSFAM (Best Friend Forever Sister From Another Mister), probably won't appreciate this, but I'm going to call her my little Beastie. I have shared the reason before in this Blog, but I will share it again. It's after Maleficent, because I have almost as great an obsession with that movie right now as I do with anything to do with Alice in Wonderland.
Seriously though, she lives in Oregon, and I was planning on visiting her this week, and if I had managed to do it, I would have totally either been on the way there or already there when she was being born. #BitofaRegret But that's life. Now if I can just get some time in like December/late November that would be totally fantastic. That's if my vacay for it will get approved. It would probably help more if I would actually pick a date or two.
I had put down for October, but one of my coworkers (who is actually younger than me) is pregnant and due in October, so that was a no. Also we have four trainees, and two people who actually work the desk (I don't count my manager, as she doesn't seem to be at the desk very often at all) and know everything they need to know. That is including myself, but not the other full time auditor.
Speaking of her. How do you get to be in your fifties, but still have the thought process of a whiny child? It's very frustrating, and I don't understand her negativity. I can be negative, but I'm more positive when I'm at work. This woman though, she comes in and it's instant complaining, and every word spewed with vitriol out of her mouth, just irritates me more and more, and when I get all grumpy back she immediately is just like "It's a joke." and tries to brush it off.
All I can think is that she should get her funny bone looked at, or she just doesn't want to/know how to deal with anyone else grumping back at her. One of these days I'm going to just straight up tell her, "You know, you whine more than my niece and she's not even three. You should probably get that checked out."
Then again, I do have to often remind myself that I need to turn my brain-to-mouth filter on when I come in to work, so maybe one day I'll just turn it off a little earlier and tell her how I really feel.
*Insert dramatic sigh here*
Yeah right. I tend to be polite enough that people don't realize I just insulted them in a nice way until waaaaay later. It can be both amusing, and insane. Just depends on the person I guess.
Can't. Stop. Yawning. Bleh.
I've got stuff to do, and the sunrise to stare at over the roof of the mall across the street, so toodle-ooh for now.
Remember, just because you are not happy doesn't mean that you have the right to make others around you unhappy. Just because you can, doesn't mean you should.
My family goes on Vacation next week. My mom has probably been in the process of planning this Vacation since she went to the place last year with just my Brother, Sister-in-Love and Niece.
I have a million things I could be doing. I have to work tomorrow morning, a vivid change from my six nights of the night shift at the Hotel this past week, which finally ended Tuesday morning at 8 a.m.
I have a million things to do, but if there is one thing I have learned about myself in my twenty-one years, is that I procrastinate.
I always irritate myself at the deadline, thinking, why? Why do I do this to myself every single time? Why?
But at the same time, I always get my stuff done too. Sometimes it isn't my best work, but it's still better than it could have been.
I could be starting the laundry I need to do, so that I don't have a crap ton to do when I get back to my apartment from the Vacation. I could be cleaning those few dishes sitting in my sink, not enough to put in my dishwasher, but since I washed a lot of dishes yesterday afternoon, I don't really have any desire to do that either. I could be figuring out what else I need to put on my grocery list. I could be finding all the things that I need to take with me.
Instead I am at one of my favorite places in my town besides the library, or a family member's house.
Starbucks.
Yes. Starbucks. That wonderful utopia of coffee smells, of which I have a Gold Member card, with its wi-fi, music, and baristas yelling out names and their orders.
I am catching up on my "Social" tab in my GMail account, because it's been sitting at over 150 for a little while, and that kind of bothers me. I've been sitting here long enough to get it to about 66 or so emails.
Which is actually really me procrastinating on a big decision when it comes to the Vacation.
Who do I ride with?
Laugh. It's ok. That is my big decision. Not which outfit to take, not which makeup, what accessories, shoes, etc.
It is that because I have two choices. Well three, but one comes with an 8 year old with endless questions, and an eleven month old who is too cute for her own good.
Option one: Leaving at Midnight on Sunday morning. Consisting of my brother, father, brother's-best-friend-who-might-as-well-just-be-another-brother, and said bf's girlfriend. And maybe my Niece.
My main problem is two fold:
1. That is a God-awful time to be awake. I've woken up at 3:00 am before so I could start my trip to Oregon, but Midnight is earlier than that.
2. My brother when around me for any amount of time longer than about 4 hours tends to start to poke and push my buttons. He can do this very well since he's my brother and three years older than me. It irritated me when I was twelve, and it irritates me now at twenty-one. It's somewhere around 6-7 hours to where we are going.
I'm not sure who would survive, or if my father would get frustrated, and neither of us would make it there in one piece.
Option Two: Leaving sometime in the evening of Monday. Consists of my Sister-in-love and my mother. And maybe my Niece.
The only issue with option two? What the hell do I do until Monday evening?
See when my Mother told me to make sure that I took one of my weeks of Vacation, I get two now after being at the Hotel two years, so that I could go with them, I had no clue, no idea, and not even the vaguest sense of what exactly we were doing other than the widest of terms. I still am not 100% sure where we are going, and now I'm not even sure when we are going.
Know what I know?
A few things:
1. Whichever time I go, is probably when my Niece will go. She's two. That's exciting.
2. I have a lot of stuff I need to do before I go on this week-long trip.
3. My dog will be at my parent's. I have a friend coming by who will take care of my cat.
4. I have bought an air mattress.
5. I still need to buy a tent.
6. I have not packed.
7. I have to get up early tomorrow, so that I can get ready for work.
8. There are so many other things I could be doing.
9. I am listening to Spoken Poetry instead of doing any of the things I could be doing.
10. I don't really have a number ten, but nine has always been a strange number to me.
I am making a list in my head. I like to make lists. Lists of what I need to buy, what I need to do, to pack, to read, to watch.
My issue isn't making lists. My issue is following/sticking to those lists.
I've decided I shouldn't be allowed in Wal-Mart. I don't always have the strength to not judge the people who go in dressed like they do, and I always buy stuff that I don't need right now, or that I have no place for.
Wal-Mart tempts me in alllll the wrong ways.
Instead of doing anything I should, I am sitting in an almost-empty Starbucks, listening to Spoken Poetry, Pinning things on Pinterest, and blogging.
I've texted my mother already, asking some specific questions. She gave me a couple of specific answers, and some that confused me. Upon telling her "You. Are. No. Help."
She responds with "I. AM. FABULOUS."
It makes me laugh. She can always make me laugh. I'm not sad or embarrassed to say that my mom is my best friend, outside of the bestie who moved to Oregon.
She's pretty fricken fabulous, so I couldn't exactly give a witty sarcastic come back to that statement. Instead I just asked more questions.
Questions are always allowed with my Mother. She sometimes doesn't know, and other times she wants me to figure it out for myself, and so tells me to look it up.
I am currently constantly reminding myself to keep my legs together while I am sitting. The reason? I'm wearing a dress.
I have to remind myself of this because I don't get to wear dresses or skirts very often because at work I only get to wear black pants as part of the uniform.
It makes being myself, and feminine a little more difficult. Some days the only reason I feel like it's apparent that I'm a female is because I have jewelry on, or my makeup is on, or I have my hair all girly instead of just up and out of my face.
That and my boobs. Because regardless of my shirt, those things are always apparent. An unfortunate by product of my genetics, and my weight. I have to pick my shirt sizes based on boob appearance in the shirts.
Shirt got things on it? Better make sure they don't end up stretched out/straight on the boobs. Ugh. Such a hassle! Not to mention that any shirt meant to show cleavage, shows a lot of cleavage.
This has all been sort of really procrastination on making decisions for vacation. I should probably be a little ashamed of that, but I have
If you know what I'm saying. XD
Ok. So decisions aside, because obviously I haven't decided on those. Let me just leave you with this YouTube video that I watched today.
Because that's pretty rad. Although it did take a lot more of them to sing the song than it did QUEEN, but hey. You can't always have your cake and eat it too.
But damn if I can't eat that pie that's in my fridge, and have some banana bread too.
You never really know how precious life is, until someone you know loses their life.
My hometown lost one of its people. A young man of 22, he was a corrections officer for a nearby town. He was in a motorcycle accident. He had evidently been speeding, and lost control. He hit a light pole at a busy intersection. He was wearing a helmet. He was engaged to be married. He was a wonderful guy, and his family was pretty wonderful too. Tragic, and a tragedy for his family and everyone who knew him.
What hits me hardest? He was only a year older than me.
Life is just so precious, and I feel as if this was a reminder to me. A reminder that life shouldn't be taken for granted, because you never know what will happen to you. You could be hit by a vehicle crossing the street. You could get bit by a poisonous snake or spider (eeew spiders. ugh.)
There are so many things that could happen to you on a daily basis, and while it isn't fair, it's Life. Sh-tuff happens. All you can do is live the life you have to the fullest. Don't take any of the days you are given for granted. Tell the ones you love that you in fact love them.
Haven't talked to your parents in a while? Call them up. Tell them how life's been for you, tell them you love them.
Have a friend on your mind? Call them. Chat em up. Find out how they've been, let them know you care for them, and still consider them a friend.
Life is too short to waste, even with all of these 'improvements' that have been made so that people can live longer, healthier lives. When it's your time to go, it's your time to go.
Make your peace with those who've wronged you.
Don't hold grudges longer than it takes to forgive that person.
Tell your loved ones how you feel about them.
Take a chance on life.
Regret nothing. Everything has a lesson in it.
Find the silver lining in every storm cloud.
Remember all the good times, but also make new memories.
Do something spontaneous.
Curl up with a good book.
Dance like no one is watching.
Sing as if no one is listening.
Act how you want to, but remember there are repercussions for everything you do.
Talk to your grandparents, chances are they don't have another 20+ years for you to come to your senses and realize they know more about some things than you do.
Go on an adventure.
Take a road trip with good friends to a place you've never been.
See the ocean. Any of them.
Take a ride on a plane, a train, a ship.
Go Somewhere. Anywhere.
Find yourself on your own, before you try to find yourself with others.
Have a girl's night out (or in.)
Go out with your friends.
Be compassionate.
Be courageous.
Be humble.
Be kind.
Back briefly just to pretty much share this bit of magic here. I am a huge fan of Marvel, and also one of those women who can totally appreciate a good lookin' guy.
Marvel uses quite a few of them.
Enjoy.
-Jacq
Tuesday, July 14, 2015
Oh do I! How bout you come make it better for me???? I would appreciate that so much!
*Insert sexy look here*
Like So:
But really though! Sometimes I feel like almost the entire male half of the Human Species as a whole is just full of jackasses!
They stare at my boobs, talk like idiots, and then go on to say misogynistic things like how a woman belongs in the kitchen and should be taken care of. Like excuse me? I think you need to check yourself at the door, cuz uh, my Father taught me how to cook honey, and you can be damn straight in thinking that he taught me how to shoot too!
Seriously!
Every. Single. One.
Every time. Such frustration. Much anger. Intense loathing.
Of course it doesn't help that my dream guy is something more along the lines of:
Except somehow I always end up with this guy hitting on me 9 times out of 10:
Yeah no. You're creepin' me out man! Please, please just take your drunk ass up to your room, and pass out, and for the love of Jesus, stop hitting on me!
Although I did have a drunk marine hit on me once. HE was smokin' hot, and if he hadn't been drunk I would have totally tapped that. Seriously.
Whatever you want Misha! Although if I could have Jensen & Jared instead that would be even better! Smart, funny, sweet, and good lookin'! I'll take em! Or one of them. Wouldn't mind that.
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Yup. Just Yup. They are both of course married, and I wouldn't ever become a homewrecker, but a girl can dream. *insert dreamy drawn-out sigh here*
*clears throat*
Anyway!
Ugh. At some point I will decide that I should give in to the "peer pressure" and find myself someone who I can put up with, and who can put up with my own eccentricities, but it's just so difficult!
Except I totally find math and science to be easier than a romantically inclined human relationship. I can understand them, and I find other couples cute regardless.
Okay, I find them cute after I have that first brief jab/stab of jealousy, but that's a personal thing.
I'm trying Professor! I am truly! It's just so damn difficult! Not to mention that being a female who suffers that monthly hormonal imbalance where the stupidest and simplest things make me cry, and chocolate is a must, and I just want to cuddle my dog, causes me to be predisposed to having issues with that.
Really though. Being Southern lends me that outspoken-ness that I deliver with that tinge of politeness, so that you don't know if you're being insulted or complimented, and then six hours later you realize that I was insulting you, but I still won the argument.
Yup. My mom taught me well.
I'm a little bit of bounding around topics today. I fell asleep on one of my chairs when I got home, and woke up at 1pm because my dog needed to go potty, and then I went to bed and slept for maybe another hour and a half before I was awake.
And that is basically what I am surviving on right now. Which isn't really healthy, but that's what happens. I keep half-way relaxing, and then my eyes go all cross-eyed, and they start to slide closed, and the next thing I know I'm jerking awake and I've lost fifteen minutes.....
I'm thrilled to be off today though, because I've made plans with one of my friends that I haven't seen in a while! We'll be going to see The Gallows, and then returning to my apartment to have a movie marathon of horror movies. Very exciting!
So am I! I really am thrilled to do something with this friend, because I haven't talked to her in person since like May and then it was very brief because we were attending a graduation for my old High School where I still have had some friends who attended. They've all graduated now. Kind of crazy how time flies.
The most recent class were freshmen when I was a junior, and I freaked them out on the first day of band camp. It was hilarious! Everyone was all in separate groups by years, and I just couldn't have that, so I went over and introduced myself to them! Of course I sort of snuck up on them and scared them, but hey! I'm good like that! I had them introduce themselves to me, and then I went around and introduced them to everyone else! Much fun.
Nope. Not happening!
I think I'm done now. It sort of rambled there, but hey, what's the point of this if not to let myself ramble/rant/explain/act a little crazy?
There isn't one.
-Jacq
Monday, July 13, 2015
That's how I felt today. Complete with the sad puppy eyes and the down trod appearance.
See, I have now lived in my apartment for a month.
An accomplishment in my book since I wasn't ever sure I would ever actually get up the courage to move out of my parents house. I had talked about it frequently, but I can face the facts about myself:
I can be wildly scatterbrained. There's a reason everything gets written down, and if it is super-duper important it gets written down, pinned to the cork board, and also put in my phone with a reminder attached to it.
Some times I forget to remember. It happens.
Some times I can be so focused on something that the world around me ceases to exist. This happens when I am reading more often than not.
If I thought I had already bought my groceries I would more than likely spend my money on books. Because books are awesome, and you can never have enough.
Things have been known to confuse me, and then suddenly four hours/days later I suddenly have that "ah-ha!" moment and realize what people were talking about...
I can be the most idiotic person sometimes. Most people have those moments. It's OK.
Today though. Today. Oh man.
Today was Laundry Day.
Now I don't mind doing laundry, honest. It just isn't high on my list of priorities, but I had finally run out of work pants, even though I had bought a new pair, I hadn't washed them yet.
So I gathered all of my things that I needed so that I could do my laundry, and I made sure to open up my roll of quarters and have that out of the way. I had them all sorted, and I had my laundry detergent and softener.
I calmed my behemoth of a dog, and dragged my roll-y laundry cart to the Laundry Room, and proceeded to basically take over all of the washing machines since it was 8:40 a.m. on a Sunday. I even had brought my book, and a drink and I had my phone and a couple of pieces of chocolate, the craving was strong!
I was totally ready.
Then as I was loading my last load, which was my pants, I realized something.
My new pants were still in their bag.
Sitting on my desk.
In my bedroom.
In my apartment.
So I grumbled at myself as I walked over there, because I had managed to put the new undershirt and blouse in my laundry basket, why not my pants?
I reached my door, and as I twisted the doorknob....
My door didn't open......
What? What is this madness? What?
Did someone go in and lock it? Are they attempting to steal my stuff? If so there isn't much there to steal that will make a lot of money besides my TV and Laptop, not to mention they would have to get past the......
Dog.
The dog who had jumped up on the door and done a little howling because I didn't want to take her to the Laundry Room with me, just in case someone else came in and was not a dog person.
The dog who is now howling as I hit my head against the door, and curse myself for leaving my keys, all of my keys, inside the apartment.
Yeah. I felt so damn smart.
See, I've locked my keys in my truck before. So I'm more used to that, and I have two, I did have three but my dad lost his extra and I gave him one that I had had made, extra keys. One Is in my wallet that goes everywhere with me. One hangs out in my apartment, and I'm not exactly sure where....
That isn't including the one that my Mother has.
The one that my Father has.
AND the one that my Meemaw, my grandmother on my Mother's side, has.
So yeah, I'm super prepared for the eventuality that I will, once again, lock my keys in my truck.
Locking myself out of my apartment? Mmmm, Not so much.
So I called the property management, and the woman who answered said she would call maintenance, and that it would be $25 to unlock my apartment. I agreed. She asked some questions that I answered.
She called back a little later and asked some more questions. Do I have ID? It's locked in my apartment. Do I have the $25 in cash on hand? It's locked in my apartment. She said it would be 20 or so minutes, but she would get him on the way. I said ok. I then went back to the laundry area to switch the laundry/start my fourth load.
I called up my dad. No normally when I need help I have a phone list in my head.
Mother/Father
Father/Mother
Brother
Sister
Meemaw
Pop/Granma Robin/Grandma Chris
Aunt
Those first two are like that, because depending on the question is who I call first. Usually it goes something like this:
Really though when I drove to Oregon last December, and hit a mountain, which is a totally different story, I called my Father. No Answer.
Called my Mother. No Answer.
Called my Brother-Answer! Hallelujah Praise the Lord!
Yeah.
So Anyway. I called my dad, and asked if he would bring me $25 and I would pay him back. He asked why, and I told him I had gotten locked out of my apartment, and needed to be able to pay the unlocking fee.
He said "So I just need to come unlock your door for you?"
and I was thinking something along the lines of "How would you unlock my door for me when you don't have a ...... Oh yeah right. You and mom BOTH have a key to my apartment.... Right."
Insert the second round of embarrassment.
At this point I really just want to have my laundry done and be able to crawl into my bed and hide from the world courtesy of the embarrassment that I am now feeling. Double dose and it goes "BAM! Ka-CHOW! DING!"
In old comic book style too.
So of course I call the property management back, tell them I had forgotten that my dad had a key, and ask them to please not send the maintenance person, because I would be able to get in without him. She thanked me for calling and telling them, and we wished each other a good day, and hung up.
Lil' bit of Southern Manners right there.
So I'm on Facebook, and my dad comes to the Laundry Room, and he even brought me a breakfast burrito, which was awesome because I hadn't eaten since like 4 am-ish and was hungry since it was now around 10:40-ish.
He unlocked my apartment, because my Father is pretty amazing like that, and since he had made himself and my mom a key, I'm sure he also eventually was expecting this to happen.
Ah well.
I finally finished my laundry a little before noon, and then settled down to watch Animal Planet, and drink a glass of wine.
I say that I watched Animal Planet, but I had already seen the episode that was on and so I read. Because:
Yeah. That's how I roll.
-Jacq
P.S. This is my behemoth. Her name is Anira. I love her bunches, but ugh she drives me insane sometimes.
